The Night Wolf novel Chapter 36

"So what's your point?" Asked Willow.

"Well, we've concluded that you must be His Highness' Soulmate."

"Right." Drawled Willow. "Who is his Highness again."

"Prince Rowan."

Willow blinked, speechless. "Prince Rowan?"

"I'll explain it all to you, but we don't have time. So long story short we need your blood."

"My blood." Willow stopped walking. "Natasha you said you won't hurt me!"

"You're misunderstanding," Natasha too stopped walking, she turned around to look at Willow. "We need your blood to cure Rowan. That too not in a large quantity."

"But my blood can't be the only antidote."

"Well, that's what I'm not sure about. The other night, the rouges were after you and-"

"After me?"

"Yes probably because you smelled like the Alpha of the Night Howl Pack. Where they were planning on attacking."

When Willow heard that an image of Hunter popped up in her head. Was it him? She did come in contact with him and knowing all those supernatural creatures they have sensitive noses.

"Didn't you say Rowan is a Prince? Shouldn't they be attacking a Prince instead of a pauper? I am the pauper here, if you didn't guess."

"First, His Highness is one of the strongest, he can mask his scent very well, and not many people know that Rowan was in Onyxscar." Said Natasha. "Second, they were all trying to climb the stairs to get to you, and Rowan didnt let a single Rouge touch the stairs. Doesn't that mean he's protecting you? His Soulmate?"

Willow shook her head. This was a lot to take in. "What if he's not my Soulmate and was doing it just because of our friendship." Friendship of not even ten days, the days when he had ignored her was also counted. But Willow didn't mention that.

"That could be it." Natasha pursed her lips. "But do you feel attracted to him?"

She did, but Natasha wasn't the person she would be telling this. "No." But her face which burned on its own accord gave her away.

Watching Rowan lay there broke Willow's heart.

When Willow walked in, everyone looked at her, even the Rowan lying on the bed paused pulling at his hand before he stared pulling at it more vigorously grabbing everyone's attention again, making Willow step back in shock.

What did Natasha mean by saying that Rowan isn't himself? Of course he isn't, but he has gone crazy!

Willow felt like her wrists that were wrapped in a gauze, were tingling in pain. She silently cursed Hunter for holing her hands too tight. Rubbing at her wrist she stepped forward, one step at time.

Willow noticed that Natasha was talking with one of the ladies who was wearing a red robe. What they were talking about, Willow couldn't tell since they seemed to be whispering. But Willow didn't care either, watching Rowan on the bed made her want to give up everything and do something. Anything to help Rowan. Maybe she could go look for a poison expert? They are the ones who normally cure the poisoned book characters better than the doctors.

Natasha turned around. "This is Willow."

The other lady nodded at Willow. Should she nod back? Willow didn't know. But gratefully she didn't have much time to power over it.

"Everyone should leave. I don't think she wants to be watched." Said the Red robed lady.